Richard Nnoli Poet Epic

The Wounded Lion

The wounded lion
There was a calamities
In his land 
The brutality of bad politics
Keep burning down 
His home town 
Time keep passing
Yet this circumstances
Never change 
He grew up watching 
The rain of fire befallen
His community
This all was an influence
To his braveness
Cos I remember he once said 
No matter what the eyes see 
It can't shed blood but tears 

The wounded lion 
As time passes 
He grew up to a man 
He grew up fearless 
Cos what more can he see 
To be scard 
In an genocidal community
What more can he lose 
After losing his land 
So his mind was made up 
To defend his land 
Yet he was hurt 
So badly  hurt 
So sad that out there 
He was fear 
Yet more sadly they he 
Was killed by his own people 
So on this  quest 
I understood the words of the old 
I see clearly why the old say to me 
When you fight for your people
Reserve a hand for the people 
From your people who will
Fight you for fighting for them

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